#Duchess astro toilet £

[h4nk1ller]

no clue

[dj-skibidi]

Astro Duchess promises to deal with the traitors 😌

[feraliminal]

Titan TV needs to manage the burdens of possession and unwanted knowledge. Not really graphic, but angsty and nasty.

I watched Cargo the other day, and the way that the infected behave is so eerie that I was inspired to write a nasty minific on Friday 13th. But not actually post it then, because that felt too inauspicious. Not only is this horrible, this is also rushed - to improve my confidence, I wanted to see if I could write and post something quickly without much error-checking!

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Related speculation that also inspired this.

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Titan TV pushed their last remaining head into the wall. They needed total darkness and silence in these brief moments of full consciousness to contain the Astro parasite. If they could have perfect peace and keep holding still in this exact position, they felt they could force it back into the warped body clasped around their chest and regain control. They had returned repeatedly to the only close, dark space, every time their awareness emerged from the darkness of unconsciousness. This was such a departure from reality that it felt like unreality, separated from anything past or present. If they could master the unreality, they felt that they could phase back in to the real world again.

This was an unreal place. Little light, little gravity, nothing resembling Earth. They had never felt so much a part of Earth that now, when they were so far away. She didn’t belong there. The Duchess didn’t seem to belong here either, even her own people tiptoed around her. She even seemed to tiptoe around herself.

“I’m wearing this shape for you,” she said, and there was likely some truth to that. Her movements in bipedal form had showed that she had no natural attachment to it, they betrayed a constant attention to positioning herself just so. And no doubt she was doing that now, but the sound of her moving went on longer than it should.

Titan TV broke contact with the wall to see what was happening, and realised that they’d forgotten that they couldn’t always see. This time, they could, and it was relatively unobstructed. The Astro hadn’t noticed. She was posing herself, seated on the floor and angling her head and shoulders, first placing her hands in her lap and then spreading them elegantly as if welcoming attention. Maybe she had noticed and wanted them to see as well as hear, to gauge reactions to her staging of the scene she was composing. “And I have a lap to lay in,” she said. “Come here. I’ll help your new core get settled in, then you can have some nice repairs.”

Titan TV didn’t respond, and didn’t move. The parasite, that they intentionally thought of as the Watchman in defiance of the Duchess’s intention that should refer to the composite being that they should become, tugged inside their deactivated core. They already knew that it didn’t need their cooperation, but it was trying to make them turn by choice and they felt it, accurately or not, as a physical sensation. It began as an ache, and as they refused the urge, it became a burning pain that was centred in their spinal column behind their core and spread into their body until it felt like their sensory network was being wrenched sideways. It felt like internal damage, but that was no longer a threat - either it gave up or killed them, either was an escape.

The pain stopped. And the Duchess tried another tactic. Her voice swung between soft and harsh, layering multiple tones over each other. “Do you know why humans invented the toilet when anatomically sub-optimal? Do you know why their monarchs sit on thrones? Do you know why they insist on trying to wrangle their societies into hierarchies that never occur in nature? Me.” 

Titan TV wanted to turn away and make the point that they were not accepting that tale as another burden. That was no big reveal, it was an old story and had been something between a running joke and a serious theory among the ranks for some time - why did those things alsohave human heads? But they couldn’t stop watching the Duchess’s performance. As she experimented with her voice, she experimented with humanlike gestures too, settling on something like cradling an imagined globe. Had an ancestral memory of something like her inspired a myriad of earth mother tales?

“We sent life to Earth,” she said.

“And crop circles,” Titan TV grunted, coughing up the words from an uncooperative speech synthesiser. It was the most ridiculously pointless activity associated with aliens that came to mind.

“Geoglyphs,” she corrected. “We sent knowledge, and they used it to advance beyond the flesh. We made them, so they could make you, to become part of us.” The Duchess was no longer performing but becoming invested in the conversation, that had been the first time the titan had spoke with their own words and not a forced response. Her own flesh head was as motionless and lifeless as the sculpted saints and angels that bore similar halos, an auto-icon that could be so ancient that the concept of life didn’t apply to her. She was older than life, older than stories.

“This is why I don’t want that to happen.” When she said that, another wave of pain pulsed from the centre of Titan TV’s body to their extremities. “It’s hurting you because it’s overwriting you, it’s growing over you to stop you destroying yourself in that silly war. Come here, and we can help it grow with you.”

Slow from the damage and parasite burden binding up their joints, Titan TV forced their head back to the dark stains on the wall that marked where they’d leaned. The Duchess’s presence and coercion was more unbearable than resisting. With her word of grow, the titan had a vivid new image of the parasite’s process, burning through them like a root system made of molten fluid. It was an organic image, more unpredictable and uncontrollable than malware that could be removed or hardware that could be fixed. It tugged at them again, but this time the ache jumped straight to fiery claws pulling them inside out. The dark corner was no relief, and Titan TV could only push into it so hard before the pain in their broken head casing merged in their chest and back with the pain in their core. It was so bad that they felt their long-gone blade array contort, and were unable to control what left well enough to release it.

“I needed to stop you destroying yourself,” the Duchess repeated. “Not just you. All of them. We need to you look after them.” She’d settled on a calm tone and she was directly behind Titan TV. They unexpectedly anticipated touch, a phantom hand on their phantom blades to wrench them back into place. It was odd that they’d expected her to help, maybe a misplaced reflection on how obvious it was that she was aiming to convince Titan TV that they had a role in her grand cosmic story - and that was unbearable to consider. But with and not over implied some survival of consciousness, and Titan TV was confident in their knowledge and control of their own minds. She was offering survival - the necessary prerequisite for a real escape, and if there was some truth behind what she was saying, Titan TV couldn’t risk dying before finding out.

[skulleroskeleton]

Skibidi

[shrodie]

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[karanisho]

لا تجرب سيد الوحش Duchess Astro Toilet العملاقة المرعبة الساعة3الليل داخ...

[era404-skib]

I was thinking about that parasite! Heres my theory:

maybe its is the Astro equivalent of a parasite? It would work on organic life though - it could cut through a skibidi's neck and attach itself to the nerves and veins so it would get control of the brain. Then, the astros would be able to give it astro upgrades and technology and poof, new astro toilet.

Thinking about it, if mini juggernaut REALLY was a dog as alot of people theorize, the Astros are probably pretty desperate for soldiers to end up using a literal animal. Perhaps all the high ranking Astros (UFO, Entrapper, Mothership, Juggernaut, Duchess, etc) are a shape-shifting species of alien that are taking on the skibidi human-like form and all regular soldiers are simply captured and infected skibidis? It would explain the sudden mass disappearance of regular, little og toilets - they've been turned into Astro troops. I don't think this is true but if it is then DFB has definitely watched Gemini Home Entertainment lmao

What I'm wondering is how it managed to scream despite having lungs! Can astros breathe without oxygen?

Episode 77 part 1

Short and sweet! It had some important points that move the story onwards.

I think that's the first time we saw humans die (apart from the Half Life characters getting squished in early episodes).

This episode spells out explicitly that yes, G-squad and Cams are officially collaborating. (I laughed at 'Why is bro aiming at me, is he stupid?') But will the Soundkind and TVs go along with this? And what are the TVs cooking in their lab?

I reckon the TVs will appear to split away from the Alliance while they build their secret thing, but they'll come back when it's ready and save the day. They don't really care if the rest of the Alliance is suspicious of them because they do what they want anyway.

When the G-squad killed that astro and pulled its head off - its head appeared to be a parasite. Is that how Scientist created the parasites? By reverse-engineering the astros??